
SoulWhisperer
Severe Medical Phobia « MtF »
- Nov 13, 2023
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I am sick, again. Every time is a different thing. (This time my respiratory system is fucked up again, my right ear has been ringing and clogged for the past 3 days and etc) Once again the doctor didn't check me and just prescribed meds. Will I heal? Mystery as always.
Anyways, it's day 5 and in less than a week my parents reminded me yet again of why I'm suicidal. They've been absolutely ruthless with insults lately. It's kind of ironic, they attack me for shit when I'm sick and unable to do anything, then when I'm magically not around (school, the fucking plaze they want to see me in 24/7 until I'm needed, even if I still don't understand why they care about me going to school at all) they don't bug me when I'm back.
You can understand it's not genuine concern when the thing comes up only when it's convenient to them, but they keep trying to gaslight me into thinking they're right. And when it's clear they're wrong they try anything to silence me, typical stupid narcissistic behaviour that completely disregards the other person. If it was a random person, sure, I'd just leave them and find someone else. But can you do that if doing that are your parents? Sometimes they even complain about things without knowing how things truly are. "Stop making useless excuses", to keep it real next time they ask me why I didn't do something I shall give them an answer that makes their statement appropriate. "Why didn't you pick it up?" "Oh sorry, it was invisible"/"It didn't render"/"I'm not high-level enough", I'm sure that would be funny. They say I don't do anything? Then when I'll actually do nothing they'll understand that I'm not useless. But that's besides the point.
[...] They always pick the times where I need help, can't do something on my own or am sick to go against me and make fun of me. If they take advantage of my weaknesses then does that make me their enemy? What kind of ally would exploit your weakness if you think about it?
They make it clear I'm useless, a parasite to them, and they don't seem to care about the five (and more coming) children they brought to this world. It is simply egoistical to keep making children until you get the one you desire just to mistreat the others as if they don't matter or as if they were "stepping stones"/"pawns" in your path. Let me tell you: that is just not how it works.
I want to rid myself of this joke. Not just this, of ALL the jokes my life cast on me. I'm not a comic character here to suffer for someone else's enjoyment.
This "life" thing is too much effort for something that gives so little return. I'm not putting my pain sensors and consciousness on the line just to be a toy.
Been getting quite the fantasies about dying in many different ways, I so oughttt to pick one, I'd try until I win. This time made me realise how vane my time on this earth is. Graduation won't solve shit, I have severe identity issues that prevent me from recognising myself, I have unrecoverable phobias, I have crippling anxiety, oh and I could go on for hours more...
I don't want no pity, I don't want no fairytale, I don't want anything thank you.
All I want is to be able to fly hundreds of meters at the speed of sound downwards like a fallen angel until my body reaches the ground, reaching it's final stage: death.
Anyways, it's day 5 and in less than a week my parents reminded me yet again of why I'm suicidal. They've been absolutely ruthless with insults lately. It's kind of ironic, they attack me for shit when I'm sick and unable to do anything, then when I'm magically not around (school, the fucking plaze they want to see me in 24/7 until I'm needed, even if I still don't understand why they care about me going to school at all) they don't bug me when I'm back.
You can understand it's not genuine concern when the thing comes up only when it's convenient to them, but they keep trying to gaslight me into thinking they're right. And when it's clear they're wrong they try anything to silence me, typical stupid narcissistic behaviour that completely disregards the other person. If it was a random person, sure, I'd just leave them and find someone else. But can you do that if doing that are your parents? Sometimes they even complain about things without knowing how things truly are. "Stop making useless excuses", to keep it real next time they ask me why I didn't do something I shall give them an answer that makes their statement appropriate. "Why didn't you pick it up?" "Oh sorry, it was invisible"/"It didn't render"/"I'm not high-level enough", I'm sure that would be funny. They say I don't do anything? Then when I'll actually do nothing they'll understand that I'm not useless. But that's besides the point.
[...] They always pick the times where I need help, can't do something on my own or am sick to go against me and make fun of me. If they take advantage of my weaknesses then does that make me their enemy? What kind of ally would exploit your weakness if you think about it?
They make it clear I'm useless, a parasite to them, and they don't seem to care about the five (and more coming) children they brought to this world. It is simply egoistical to keep making children until you get the one you desire just to mistreat the others as if they don't matter or as if they were "stepping stones"/"pawns" in your path. Let me tell you: that is just not how it works.
I want to rid myself of this joke. Not just this, of ALL the jokes my life cast on me. I'm not a comic character here to suffer for someone else's enjoyment.
This "life" thing is too much effort for something that gives so little return. I'm not putting my pain sensors and consciousness on the line just to be a toy.
Been getting quite the fantasies about dying in many different ways, I so oughttt to pick one, I'd try until I win. This time made me realise how vane my time on this earth is. Graduation won't solve shit, I have severe identity issues that prevent me from recognising myself, I have unrecoverable phobias, I have crippling anxiety, oh and I could go on for hours more...
I don't want no pity, I don't want no fairytale, I don't want anything thank you.
All I want is to be able to fly hundreds of meters at the speed of sound downwards like a fallen angel until my body reaches the ground, reaching it's final stage: death.